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Then Jael Heber'swifetook anail ofthetent, and took an hammer inher hand, and went softly untohimand smote the nail into his temples, and fastened it into the ground: for he was fast asleep and weary. So he died.
Bible (Old Testament)— Judges 4:21.
He smote them hip and thigh.
Bible (Old Testament)— Judges15:8.
A certain man drewa bowat a venture, and smote the king of Israel between the joints of the harness.
Bible (Old Testament)— Kings 22:34.
This is the voice of high midsummer's heat. The rasping vibrant clamour soars and shrills O'er all the meadowy range of shadeless hills, As if a host of giant cicadae beat The cymbals of their wings with tireless feet, Or brazen grasshoppers with triumphing note From the long swath proclaimed the fate that smote The clover and timothy-tops and meadowsweet.
Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts— 1893 'The Mowing'.
[Alexander Hamilton] smote the rock of the national resources, and abundant streams of revenue gushed forth. He touched the dead corpse of the public credit, and it sprang upon its feet.
Daniel Webster— 1831 Speech, NewYork,10
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote --'Play up! play up! and play the game!'
henry newbolt— Describing a game of cricket.
— Vitai Lampada
He smote the rock of the national resources, and abundant streams of revenue gushed forth. He touched the dead corpse of Public Credit, and it sprung upon its feet.
Daniel Webster— Speech on Hamilton (March 10, 1831).
When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre, He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea; An' what he thought 'e might require, 'E went an' took the same as me!
rudyard kipling— When 'Omer Smote 'is Bloomin' Lyre, Stanza 1 (1894).
:;Then Simon Peter having a sword drew it, and smote the high priest's servant, and cut off his right ear. The servant's name was Malchus. Then said Jesus unto Peter, Put up thy sword into the sheath: the cup which my Father hath given me, shall I not drink it?
— Jesus, in Gospel of Matthew 26:52–54 (KJV)
He smote the rock of the national resources, and abundant streams of revenue gushed forth. He touched the dead corpse of Public Credit, and it sprung upon its feet.
— Daniel Webster, speech on Hamilton, March 10, 1831, Vol. I, page 200.
As great Pythagoras of yore, Standing beside the blacksmith's door, And hearing the hammers, as they smote The anvils with a different note, Stole from the varying tones, that hung Vibrant on every iron tongue, The secret of the sounding wire, And formed the seven-chorded lyre.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, To a Child, line 175.
He smote them hip and thigh.
— Judges, XV. 8. (Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations)
Abner … smote him under the fifth rib.
— II Samuel, II. 23.
I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; So full of valour that they smote the air For breathing in their faces; beat the ground For kissing of their feet.
william shakespeare— William Shakespeare, The Tempest (c. 1610-1612),, Act IV, scene 1, line 171.
Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Alfred Tennyson— Locksley Hall (1835; 1842), line 33.
On a lonely sword leaned he, Like Arthur on Excalibur In the battle by the sea. To his great gold ear-ring Harold Tugged back the feathered tail, And swift had sprung the arrow, But swifter sprang the Gael. Whirling the one sword round his head, A great wheel in the sun, He sent it splendid through the sky, Flying before the shaft could fly It smote Earl Harold over the eye, And blood began to run.
— G. K. Chesterton in The Ballad of the White Horse (1911)
So you slew them not but Allah slew them, and thou smotest not when thou didst smite (the enemy), but Allah smote (him), and that He might confer upon the believers a benefit from Himself. Surely Allah is Hearing, Knowing.
— 17 Maulana Muhammad Ali translation
Now from the smooth deep ocean-stream the sun Began to climb the heavens, and with new rays smote the surrounding fields.
— Homer, The Iliad, Book VII, line 525. Bryant's translation.
Hail, O bleeding Head and wounded, With a crown of thorns surrounded, Buffeted, and bruised and battered, smote with reed by striking shattered, Face with spittle vilely smeared! Hail, whose visage sweet and comely, Marred by fouling stains and homely, Changed as to its blooming color, All now turned to deathly pallor, Making heavenly hosts affeared!
bernard of clairvaux— St. Bernard of Clairvaux, Passion Hymn, 'braham Coles' translation.
